I was eating a hotdog and it wiggled around in my mouth and my dick got hard, hahahaha. Alright, so Christy walks around the apartment naked, which is...weird yet hot, her tits bouncing up and down, her cock moving side to side, her brown hair flowing oh so lusciously, it makes my cock hard, and sometimes she walks around with her mistress outfit on, and I'm the one walking around naked with a buttplug in, just in case of a suprise fuck attack. She was walking around naked as usual, well she was. In all this time we have not seen any heavily armed men. Mostly a small pistol or a knife strapped to the waist. But as we enter through the doors, there are a dozen heavily armed men who all turn to look at us. Diana goes from being amused to alert in seconds as she draws her cloak tightly around her. I draw Alys close to me, tucking her hand under my arm. The men look bored as if they don't get much work.I can only hope that they aren't given a chance to do something.Once again I hear Alys. It was some kindof a rigid chair like apparatus seemingly suspended in mid air. Once hesat in it and was strapped into place he found himself with his arms bentand held tightly to the chair arms. His fingers were splayed outward andeach had its own strap holding it firmly in place. His legs were straightout in front of him and each was strapped to a long plank that stuck outfrom the chair seat.Other straps across his torso and around his head kept his body uprightand forced him to stare. I start touching yourself over my pants, drifting off into fantasy while I look at the back of their heads, remembering how they look, their big breasts hiding under their summer dresses.One of them stand up, turn around and we make eye contact. She smiles but I am so embarrassed I avert my eyes. "Don't want to seem creepy, that will ruin my chances. Oh god that was probably creepy, it's over. I'll spend the festival alone." I panic.Before my train of though finish I notice she's standing over.